It's a Moon Thing Chapter 11

>implying alive
like an ugly cunt caterpillar going into a beautiful cum butterfly, I can honestly say this story had died and been looked at so little this is pretty much an entirely different narrative, theme and even story. Think of it as a rebooted sequel.

:^)

Chapter 11

>You are walking home.
>The path is narrow and has many twisting turns, but you know which way to go.
>Like a predetermined fact, you simply know.
>You navigate through the grey walls that line your path, because you know this town well.
>Like the back of your hand, the details are very…
>Blurry.
>Intoxicating senses of nostalgia and comfort flood your chest, without a reason why.
>You trace your fingertips along the texture of the walls as you pass by, feeling the bumps and grooves of the structures.
>Your movements are without any distraction, each step a very robotic pace to your designated journey.
>You don’t feel like observing your environment, you have no compelling to; oddly.
>Nothing was out of the ordinary- you simply knew.
>Out of what seems like a moment of serene walking, you hear a footstep behind you.
>You assume it is one of the many residents of the houses, but you can’t help but to pause in your own steps.
>You try to assure yourself it is nothing but another human- another passerby who was sharing your path.
>Your heart begins to race, beating itself against your chest- as if wanting to escape your frozen body.
>You desperately try to calm yourself, but the beating merely intensifies.
>Your breathing begins to tear and wheeze, as if you were running the whole time.
>Sweat begins to pour from your forehead, streaming down your face.
>The footsteps behind you are growing louder now- much louder.
>You force yourself to move forward, but your legs refuse to comply.
>Your mouth begs to scream, but it stays shut and locked.
>Your eyes begin to dart around your cone of vision, desperately trying to catch this entity behind you.
>It’s just another person- it’s just another person- you echo, wanting the event to pass.
>But they aren’t; you simply know.
>Your back begins to chill, as you feel something in extreme proximity.
>A gust of warm breath brushes past your shoulders, lightly teasing your hair.
>Your eyes widen as the breath then slowly moves across your shoulder, then to your right ear.
>Your ragged breath escapes from your mouth, and you begin to asphyxiate.
>This was something you know.
>”We’re here.” She whispers to you.

>You jolt awake, snapping your head away from the hard pillow that was the carriage wall.
>”Are you alright?” A voice calls out to you worriedly.
>Calming yourself, you slowly turn to see Celestia facing you.
>You blink a few times to assure yourself that you are finally awake.
“I’m-“ You pause. “I’m fine.”
>”You don’t seem like it.” Celestia retorts, “is it because of my sister?”
>You shake your head in response, forcing out a bewildered smile.
“What? No- not that- just an… odd dream I guess.” You say, as your smile relaxes into a warmer one.
>”Heavy head?”
“A sort.”
>”Well, you’ll get a better rest here.” Celestia looks to the door, as she opens it. “Back home.”
>You peek over your seat, seeing the same old home you were accustomed to.
>You leave the vehicle with no rush, hopping out to meet the cool air of the darkened skies.
>”Good night, Anon.” Celestia says, as she silently closes the door.
>You turn to wave at the carriage window, seeing the white figure within doing the same.
>The carriage swoops off, leaving a faint but sharp gust of wind behind it.
>Your smile fades to a more neutral expression, as you near your front door.
>You reach your pockets for your keys, found with ease thanks to its keychain.
>You grab and tug on it, cradling the crescent-shaped attachment that was gifted to you.
>Holding the key in your palms, you take one more glance at the figure.
>But you already know;
>You need a new keychain.

>Your home was exactly as you left it, even the trash bin full of broken objects in your last struggle with Luna- something you promised yourself to clean up.
>You take a breath of your home, absorbing the scent you never really noticed.
>Sweat, body odor and slightly burnt TV dinner.
>You look to the packed bin once more, swearing again to clear it tomorrow morning.
>You immediately decide to change into more comfortable clothes; and head for bed.
>Your bedroom seems like it was slightly tempered, presumably by the staff ponies delivering your items back.
>You head over to your closet to find everything as it were- if not folded better.
>You take a moment to appreciate that kind of precision, magic or none.
>However, it was slightly odd that some cupboards and fixtures were left slightly ajar, you would have expected the staff would be more… subtle than that.
>This “servant subtlety” was very prominent back in the palace, if not for your self-enforced vigilance you would have assumed it to be magic.
>To be fair, your furniture was pretty old; mostly being hand-me-downs from the folks in this town.
>It was no surprise to find a loose hinge on the failing furniture.
>Ignoring the little detail, you change, and decide to slump right into your sheets.
>You lazily slip out of your more impressionable Sunday outfit, and into your grouch pouch.
>You’ve forgotten how soft your mattress felt, and immediately find yourself descending to slumber.

>Once more, you find yourself waking from sleep- and thankfully alone in your bed.
>You weren’t simply roused awake, but felt more like a jolt of reaction surging through your body- something akin to the shock of falling.
>Figuring the nap you had on the trip had an effect; you decide you might as well get something to eat while watching the television.
>Like always, you position your body to slide off the sheets, maneuvering your torso.
>Your eyes roll to the side to accommodate your movements, but you only find yourself looking to the side.
>You try to rouse yourself up with your arms, but the limb refuses to comply.
>Kicking your body into full gear, you attempt once more to mobilize your earthly form.
>The fear of you being restrained in place worked as a second source of stamina, driving your body to jerk more violently.
>Soon, a realization dawns upon you; you were not restrained- but paralyzed.
>An uncalled for fear begins to settle into the back of your mind, but it also felt like something you knew.
>Your frantic eye movements and puffs of breath were in vain, you might have well been a corpse.
>Finding yourself in a familiar vegetative state, your imagination of the unknown begins to resurface.
>You assure yourself you left the window open and got yourself cold and numb- there had to be a reason for all this.
>Your heart begins to race once more; you could have sworn the beats echoed across your entire house.
>Doing your darnest best to ignore your own bodily noises, you try to tune into any other sources of sound in your vicinity.
>As if it was a cue, a steady rhythm began pulsing from downstairs.
>You must have missed your front door opening, as you translate this rhythm to an intruder’s footsteps.
>You see, your home was a very simplistic, tiny two story building.
>The best description you had it was an imagining of a giant staircase, only two flights in.
>A long rectangular structure was your ground floor, front door near a far corner of one of the longer walls.
>The kitchen was right to the right of your entry, occupying a small space between your main entrance and the rest of the rectangle.
>To the right was an immediate staircase upstairs, to your bedroom.
>The rest of the space was your living room, furnished with a simple couch, television and a dining table set.
>Your bedroom was hardly anything to write home about either, it was a small area containing a single bed, various containers, and an entrance to the bathroom.
>There was nothing to take or steal here, null in sentimental and monetary value-
>The steps faintly skirt right by your bedroom door, only to turn back.
>Disappointed, they seemed.
>Maybe they’d get the hint and leave.
>Regardless of your hopes and expectations, the intruder opted to enter your room.
>You would figure you would have understood that no one cares about your hopes, after all that you’ve been through.
>You can barely make out the figure in the dark, the intruder might as well be a very busy shadow.
>You scrape what image the corners of your vision could catch, forming an image of the situation mentally.
>Now it may come as a surprise, but the door has been opened.
>A gentle push sets it ajar, slowly creaking its way to an adjacent wall.
>The wooden frame bounces lightly from the wall, and abruptly stops- as if someone had held them in place.
>The footsteps were much more pronounced now, and they did not sound like anything fleshy moving across your wooden floor.
>You honestly found this more relieving, since you knew only one type of creature that would make noises like this.
>Ponies.
>The pony moves closer to you, and a familiar mane bobs into view.
>A tiny but ornamental crown bounces with the mane, only held up by an equally noticeable horn.
>Few strands of cerulean hair poke past the metallic adornment, its long curls gently caressing its owner’s crown.
>The pony’s mane curved twice; a small outward curve on the tip, and a larger inward curve at the center.
>You recognize that look from anywhere, and you couldn’t help but to feel a little bit of comfort in seeing those bobs.
>Maybe your time in the castle had conditioned you, or you just can’t help to trust that slender creature.
>Of course, that is until- you know.
>The question now was; what on earth was she doing in your room right now?
>You silently study the pony as she rapidly tears into your furniture- as if looking for something.
>Your neat stacks of clothing fly across the room, slowly creating a familiar mess.
>Your closet flings open, as Luna immediately begins to claw into the contents.
>She seems to be murmuring something to herself, something you could barely make out.
>You found this to be odd; she was a short foot away from you.
>You catch a waft of her hair care product in your vicinity, something you learned to recognize immediately.
>The olfactory invasion was as sharp as it was nauseating- like a oozing liquid slowly filling the back of your head.
>Still, you find yourself enjoying its presence- which was decidedly horrifying for what it had signified.
>”Nothing.” Luna speaks, spitting her words. “I was sure he had taken something…”
>She then turns towards you, in a manner so quick you would have jumped.
>Her eyes meet yours, and you look straight into her wide pupils.
>She blinks a few times, before letting out a sigh of exasperation.
>She then balances her body on her hind legs, lurching slightly backwards before her two-limb elevation.
>Luna then stops herself, and her eyes widen in some small enlightenment.
>She quickly turns to face your closet once more; to the undisturbed top shelf she had missed in her search.
>The ends of her front legs bend as she leans onto the shelf, her head peeking inwards.
>Luna seems to be rather thorough in her search, looking towards every corners of the compartment.
>Her detailed analysis of your wooden box yields her no satisfaction, and she returns her attention to you.
>Like a child made to eat vegetables, she hides her lips- because her next action was to search you.
>The tips of her limbs now rest on your abdomen, pressing gently against your body.
>You breathing seem to already counteract her light lean; you don’t feel inconvenienced.
>Luna first looks over across your body, checking for any object in our sleeping vicinity.
>Finding nothing, she begins to tap you down, her legs slowly drumming down all over your body.
>She stops to leave your crotch untouched, something you’re glad she had opted to.
>You’re not even sure why this was happening in the first place- you’d think you would be the last person to take any souvenirs from the palace.
>It wasn’t exactly brimming with likable memories.
>You return to the thoughts about your paralysis, and how were you even seeing this happen in the first place.
>One would be very shocked to see the inhabitants of a home one’s sneaking about would have their eyes open.
>Luna continues her search, moving to your pockets.
>You can catch her looking at your way a few times, each glimpse longer than the last.
>She finally stops, and faces you once more.
>Luna seems to be analyzing your face, studying it, even willing to reposition your head around to get a better look.
>You do your best to avert your gaze, feeling slightly flustered that someone would be willing to stare at your ugly mug for once.
>Moments pass, before Luna finally returns to her hunt.
>”I can’t believe I obsessed over that thing.” She comments.
>Rude.
>Like your closet, Luna does a second, third sweep of your person before she gives up.
>She sighs loudly, and blows away the mane that has come to cover her face.
>Luna shook her head, as is trying to very literally shake something away.
>She then suddenly tenses up, and her sight creeps back to you once more.
>”… Wha-…” A syllable barely escapes her mouth before she freezes in place.
>Luna immediately crawls atop your bed, and in a fraction of a second, above you.
>Her large pupils contract, revealing her sapphire iris.
>Unblinking, she adjusts her head so that she is directly facing you.
>Your heart begins to drum, you immediately feel uneasy.
>”You can hear me can’t you, Anon?” She asks robotically.
>A drop of sweat rolls down the side of your head.
>“I can smell it you know?” She speaks once more, an unnatural smile cracking through her mouth.
>Luna leans down and fits her snout between your head and shoulders, right by your neck.
>Her cold breath chills your vertebrae down to your back.
>”Your scent…” Her frozen silvery voice sings. “It is… Intoxicating.” She says, as she gleefully breathes in your supposed scent.
>An odd and uncomfortable sensation begins to pool wherever her breath grazes you.
>You reactively put up a hand to rub away the sensation, and to your surprise- you are able to.
>Your eyes momentarily look away in motion with your hand going upwards.
>You catch Luna move away as your hand touches your cold skin.
>Looking back up, you see that Luna still had not averted her gaze on you.
>She leans down again, gently nudging away your hand to return to her original position.
>You have half a mind to stop this charade, but something makes you pause mid-motion.
>A sweet but bitter scent- a scent that evoked warmth and yet so cold- a scent of wretched loneliness and isolation-
>Her moonlit smell.
>Hypnotized, you revel in the atmosphere that has been forced upon you.
>A sudden surge of dread fills your stomach, and you realize finally-
>You know.
>She whispers,
>”We’re here.”

>You’re not even sure what you were dreaming about.
>Your side aches, and your elbow is still shaking in pain.
>You do your best to get a grip on your bed, and lift yourself back up.
>Noticing your blanket kicked down to the floor, you remark on what dream you must’ve had.
>Only half way into making your bed right back up, you hear your doorbell going off.
>You quickly grab a random debris jacket off the bedroom floor, and head downstairs.
“Coming!” You answer, quickening your pace down the stairs.
>Half awake and half annoyed, you swing your door open to behold its assaulter.
>”G-Good morning, Anonymous.” She says, smiling- but looking away in embarrassment.
>Your annoyance grows, and you silently allow yourself to sigh.
“Anything you need, Luna?” You say. “Anything I can do for you?”
>Luna seems to be forcing herself to renew her awkward smile every second; maybe she finds you repulsive now?
>”First off, I’m sorry about the whole incident after… my recovery.” She says, distracting herself by playing with her hoof.
>”But, I am in dire need of your assistance- I feel like I’ve misplaced-“ She pauses. “-have lost something important to me-“ Luna quickly realizes what this came off as “- I-I meant something I possessed, something in my inventory, so to speak-“
>You roll your eyes away, she seemed to be happy enough to get you out of her life- which you never had a say in going into in the first place- what did you owe her?
>”And I just can’t help the feeling that it is here- in Ponyville- and I was hoping you could help me locate whatever this is-“
>You raise an eyebrow.
>”O-Of course you’ll be well compensated for your time, since you have some “expertise”- as you had been with me for a long time recently.”
“How much?”
>”More than you’ll need.”
“And what if your gut feeling just takes off out of the blue? Will I get forcibly removed from the premises once more?”
>”No,” Luna looks around, “I’ll need guards for that. It will be a closed investigation with a promised reward. If I lose the feeling, we can easily halt and you’ll get your share of the bargain.”
>You mull over the choice, but you honestly had no other options right now- work was tight in this small town.
“Fine. We’ll start this evening then?”
>”Excellent!” Luna exclaims. “Thank you in advance for your help.”
>The awkward feeling still hangs in the air, and the two of you shuffle around in confusion to what to do.
“So,” Your words wander; “do you want to come inside for a coffe or-“
>”OH no, that will be fine, I got some errands and ponies to meet here.” Luna answers quickly, her exclamation slightly louder than appropriate.
“Alright then, see you.” You end the conversation, closing your door.
>”Wait, Anonymous-“ Luna speaks over your closing entrance. “Thank you once more- you put me at ease, you know that?”
>You silently close your door.
>You look around your home, unsure what is going on.
>Fuck, you’re not taking out that trash today.